A call to my fellow lit-nerds

[tyrotheterrible]

So I've got a good idea for an A/C fic, which involves considerable amounts of poetry.  I've already got a few--mostly Donne, Walt Whitman's "I Sing the Body Electric," and a Shelley poem that I can't remember the name of at the moment.

BUT I NEED YOUR HELP

Give me your favorite poems and literary quotes, preferably about love and/or sex, that remind

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[mirai_gohan]

The Ecstacy, by John Donne. Still one of my favourites. (The Good Morrow is another that reminds me of them--basically, a lot of John Donne's more romantic poems that involve sunrises are good for that.)

EVERYONE GO READ JOHN DONNE. Because. Well. He's my favourite. ^^

[tyrotheterrible]

Got both of those, among others. I should make a list. XD

Also, you're silly for not recognizing me.

[mirai_gohan]

What can I say, I don't make a habit of looking at usernames when I click entries. Just community names. *shrug*

Besides, you're silly for never being online, so *pttthbt*. XP

[tyrotheterrible]

Oh Jesus yeah, I do character themes all the time. (One of my favorite Crowley songs is Avenged Sevenfold's "Beast and the Harlot," if only because it gives me mental images of said demon playing Guitar Hero.) I like "I Will Follow You Into the Dark," but I couldn't write a fic around that one because it makes me ache and not in a good way. *too emotional for tragedy XD*

Poe does have some pretty good stuff--I've always liked his sense of rhythm, and I think he's where I picked up my penchant for concentrating on the sound of a word as well as the meaning. Like you said, not quite what I'm after here (this fic is going to be more of a smutty quote battle than anything XD), but he's still one of my favorites.

Thanks!

[quinconcinnity]

Some Oscar Wilde-

I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.

I can resist everything but temptation.

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Who, being loved, is poor?

E. A. Poe's 'To'

1

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds
Are lips - and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words -

2

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrin'd
Then desolately fall,
O! God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall -

3

Thy heart - _thy_ heart! - I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of truth that gold can never buy -
Of the trifles that it may.

[tyrotheterrible]

Wilde is always good for putting words in Crowley's mouth. And I do love my Poe.

Thanks!

[waxbean]

almost anything by Sappho- they're just short beautiful fragments.

[tyrotheterrible]

Ooh, yes, didn't think of that...thanks!

[tyrotheterrible]

Ooh, that's a good one. What's it called/excerpted from?